Royal Pain

Chapter 1: Prince Charming

"Ma'am did you have any idea about the drugs?" the police officer questions me as I stand outside of the now isolated Panera.
"No!" I exclaim with my eyes never leaving my boss who's currently being dragged away by more officers.
"This was my first day at work I swear I had nothing to do with any of it!" I turn to the officer as he scribbles some words down on his notepad.
"Well your story checks out for now, but don't leave town," the tall officer nods at me before walking away back to the clan of squad cars where more people are being interrogated.

I let out a sigh of relief. Glancing around I see a pack of spectators all surrounding the police tape and staring in on the investigation.
"Wonderful, the first job I get in months gets shut down because they're all high," I murmur to myself as I go to unlock my car. I yank harshly on my door handle and my hand quickly flies off with the handle still in it. Staring between my hand and the now handle-less car I drop my arm to my side before letting out an enraged sigh. I feel my cheeks heat up in anger as I imagine my whole face is as red as my hair.  I don't think before swinging as hard as I can. The handle collides with the window and it shatters.

Well, that wasn't very smart. Opening the car from the inside out I swing the door open. Glass spills out onto the pavement and I try to brush off all of the glass pieces before placing a towel on the seat for any access shards. Plopping in the cheap car I attempt at starting it and let out a small sigh of relief as the old thing finally starts up. Pulling out of the crime scene and nearly hitting a few cops on accident, I zoom out onto the backroads that should lead to my house.

As I drive through the Virginian forests I begin to rehearse what I'm going to tell my mom about what happened at Panera. I finally got a job after looking all summer and of course, the one place I get accepted is run by a drug lord. My mom is going to be pissed. Whether or not it's because I was put in danger or because I don't have a job anymore, is a mystery.

I glance over my shoulder at the sun that now hangs low in the sky barely kissing the horizon. Letting out an irritated sigh, I realize tomorrow is the first day of school and I'm not even ready. I've been freaking out about Junior year all summer, mostly because it's supposed to be the hardest year and school isn't exactly my forte.

Suddenly my mouth fills with a metallic taste and I realize that I had gnawed on my lip enough to make it bleed, a nervous habit I had developed Freshman year in biology class. A large bump in the road makes me bite my lips even more and soon my lip is stinging so much I barely even notice that my car is barely moving.
"Oh no, no, no, no!" I shout in anger as my car wheezes and smoke begins to leak from the sides.
"Oh come on old Bessy you made it twenty years with my mom! I need this one last trip!" I scream at my car.

Realizing that it's not going to make it another foot I quickly turn it to the side and it slowly pulls off the road, stopping on the grass with one last loud wheeze of exhaustion.
"Oh, this is just great, wonderful! Now I don't even have a car to drive to school tomorrow!" I scream to myself.

With a loud sigh, I reach into my back pocket to look for my phone that no doubt has a million texts from my mother asking me where I am. Once I realize it's not in my left pocket I reach over to my right to find that pocket empty as well. That's when panic sets in and I rampage throughout my car looking for the small iPhone 4 that's lasted me since the 7th grade.

Falling back into the driver's seat I soon remember that my phone was in my hand while I was on break when the SWAT team happened to barge into Panera. I must've dropped my phone in the process of watching everyone getting arrested and being dragged away for questions myself. Placing my hand on my forehead I let out a low groan. 

Swinging my door open I decide that walking the two miles home shouldn't be that bad. That is until I realize I'm still in long kakis from work and it's nearly 90⁰ outside as well as humid. My sneakers flop on the concrete as I stomp my way home and prepare for the largest whooping of my life.